Corinne Korri Kysar
My sister Kathleen Erickson informed me of Helens passing. I am the oldest of the Korris who lived next door to Niemalas. I have such fond memories of Flora, Einard and Helen. I always wished in these later years I could be home the same time as Helen and talk about old times. We kids were probably pests, going in and out of their house but they always made us welcome. Helen was fascinating to us, being a teenager long before we were. I loved her room, her dresser piled with lipsticks and nail polish. I'd open all her lipsticks and smell them, tried on all her shoes. I loved her sandles.I remember her Grandma in the living room in her coffin. Flora lifted me up to see her. I stayed nights with Helga, when Niemalas went to the farm. Helga was so kind. She always gave us coffee in her tiny kitchen. Her cream was always sour and floated in globs on top. One evening we were peeking in Niemalas living room window standing on the porch facing Calumet Ave. Unbeknownst to us, Flora and Helen came around the corner of the house screeching with white sheets over them, scared is to death, we ran away screaming. I remember the living room filled with wedding gifts after Helens wedding . It was so lonely when Flora and Einard moved. Those good neighbors left a lasting, loving memory. So sad I never had another visit with Helen.
My condolences
Wednesday August 5, 2015 at 7:41 pm
